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snurriToday, for a moment, I felt like an underappreciated genius. The line to slap me forms right over there.
Things are happening, little things, mostly. My editor forwarded me some clarification questions from the cataloger at the Library of Congress. They have many, many David Schwartzes already in their system and wanted to know if I was one of them. (There are far too many David Schwartzes in the world.) I will soon have a call number. Can universal domination be far behind?
Copy-edits came, and copy-edits are all but done. Aside from some differences in the philosophy of comma use, no head-butting to speak of. My philosophy of comma use, for the most part, is that commas are as much for rhythm as for grammar, and that it is usually a bad idea to use more than two or three in a sentence. (If you have never had![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
buymeaclue write "All the commas in the world!" on one of your manuscripts, I recommend it highly as aversive therapy.) My philosophy of comma use recognizes that the serial comma exists, but takes no definitive position on it either way. Sometimes it is proper and sensible, and sometimes it adds undue emphasis. Feel free to have a grammar flame-war in the comments if this offends you.
Saturday I went with my father to distant Cottage Grove, where for the thirtieth year the Schwartz, Wagner, and Neimann families made thousands and thousands of Christmas cookies. Lots of rolling and coating and frosting and baking, baking, baking. We only made 3.7k cookies this year, down from 4k last year. (I think the record was around 5500.) I should have taken pictures of the madness for y'all, but I was busy, ya know, making stuff.
I am not sleeping right. I have no schedule, really, so what I've been doing a lot of is staying up for 36 hours or so and then sleeping for 10. I wish I could tell you that this bold experiment has been a success. I have had some weird dreams, though. Today I had a dream about three fine ladies, possibly queens, who traveled in a horse-drawn carriage to a land where the graves of the dead lined the sidewalk and the prisons (four of them) were called His Majesty's Gates and hulked like brownstone Gormenghasts on the horizon. I believe it was Canada. (Seriously.) The three fine ladies all had fine gowns which I remember thinking of poetic descriptions for, all of which I have forgotten except for the one that was worn by the lady least likely to have been a queen. She was wearing a long gown of a tawny gold velvety material that shimmered as she walked. So, now you know that, while I never describe clothing in my fiction, I am apparently preoccupied with it in my dreams.
I only today discovered that The Guild existed. I have never played WoW, but I have watched all five episodes and I have laughed. The writer and star is Felicia Day, whom Buffy fans may remember as Viv the Potential Slayer from Season OMG-What-Were-They-Trying-To-Do-There-Anyway? The Guild is better than Season Seven, trust me. Plus it's not fifteen hours long. (22 if you count commercials.)
Things are happening, little things, mostly. My editor forwarded me some clarification questions from the cataloger at the Library of Congress. They have many, many David Schwartzes already in their system and wanted to know if I was one of them. (There are far too many David Schwartzes in the world.) I will soon have a call number. Can universal domination be far behind?
Copy-edits came, and copy-edits are all but done. Aside from some differences in the philosophy of comma use, no head-butting to speak of. My philosophy of comma use, for the most part, is that commas are as much for rhythm as for grammar, and that it is usually a bad idea to use more than two or three in a sentence. (If you have never had
buymeaclue write "All the commas in the world!" on one of your manuscripts, I recommend it highly as aversive therapy.) My philosophy of comma use recognizes that the serial comma exists, but takes no definitive position on it either way. Sometimes it is proper and sensible, and sometimes it adds undue emphasis. Feel free to have a grammar flame-war in the comments if this offends you.Saturday I went with my father to distant Cottage Grove, where for the thirtieth year the Schwartz, Wagner, and Neimann families made thousands and thousands of Christmas cookies. Lots of rolling and coating and frosting and baking, baking, baking. We only made 3.7k cookies this year, down from 4k last year. (I think the record was around 5500.) I should have taken pictures of the madness for y'all, but I was busy, ya know, making stuff.
I am not sleeping right. I have no schedule, really, so what I've been doing a lot of is staying up for 36 hours or so and then sleeping for 10. I wish I could tell you that this bold experiment has been a success. I have had some weird dreams, though. Today I had a dream about three fine ladies, possibly queens, who traveled in a horse-drawn carriage to a land where the graves of the dead lined the sidewalk and the prisons (four of them) were called His Majesty's Gates and hulked like brownstone Gormenghasts on the horizon. I believe it was Canada. (Seriously.) The three fine ladies all had fine gowns which I remember thinking of poetic descriptions for, all of which I have forgotten except for the one that was worn by the lady least likely to have been a queen. She was wearing a long gown of a tawny gold velvety material that shimmered as she walked. So, now you know that, while I never describe clothing in my fiction, I am apparently preoccupied with it in my dreams.
I only today discovered that The Guild existed. I have never played WoW, but I have watched all five episodes and I have laughed. The writer and star is Felicia Day, whom Buffy fans may remember as Viv the Potential Slayer from Season OMG-What-Were-They-Trying-To-Do-There-Anyway? The Guild is better than Season Seven, trust me. Plus it's not fifteen hours long. (22 if you count commercials.)
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Date: 2007-12-12 01:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-12 02:27 am (UTC)The best part about this is that I, too, believe in rhythmic commas.
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-12 12:27 pm (UTC)PS I am going to go see Redmoon on Saturday! Wish you were there, etc.
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Date: 2007-12-12 03:33 am (UTC)Really, I'm glad to hear things are moving along!!
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Date: 2007-12-12 04:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-12 05:15 am (UTC)When I went to college, my aunt gave me all the letters my parents had written to her when she was in college. On the back of one of them (written up to that point by my mom, her sister), my dad has put about 4 rows of commas, and tells my aunt they're all the ones my mother has saved by not using them in the letter.
Also, I think I wore a dress like the one worn by the woman who is least likely to be a queen to a holiday party back in DC. Not that I'm claiming to be least likely to be a queen. I can't be! I've barely ever gone to Canada, let alone expressed plans or desires to be unlikely to rule it. And my most interesting dream lately involved fire escapes and cats and flea markets.
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Date: 2007-12-12 10:49 am (UTC)Was your dream like that John Aegard story?
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:27 pm (UTC)Your dream sounds like the start of a wonderful short story...she says hopefully.
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Date: 2007-12-12 07:51 pm (UTC)Stories-from-dreams are tricky for me, but this one was weirdly vivid, and that was my first thought on waking, too. We'll see!